Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.